"I heard you've slept with Averill, Leslie, Delilah, and Mira?" Naomi said.

Felix, who was in the middle of slurping the pasta, coughed out the contents in his mouth the moment he heard Naomi's words. He was at a loss for words. After all, it was true, and trying to deny it wouldn't change anything.

"What are you embarrassed about? We've always been your women. It was just a matter of time."

Hearing those words come from Naomi's mouth gave Felix an indescribable sense of awkwardness.

Her face, which had been slightly flushed, now seemed calm and resolute, as though she had come to terms with it.

"Do you know why Mr. Hoffman asked me to seek you out? It was to make sure we could sleep together."

Felix started coughing again.

"Naomi, are you serious?"

Naomi nodded. "Yes. The cultivation technique I've been practicing is closely tied to the soul. Mr. Hoffman must have thought the time was right. He always has his reasons.

"When we… uh… connect, it's not just about the physical